Finding her kink

Chapter 3

The stories he saw online told him that she probably wanted to let go of control, plots were usually about spouses undermining efforts to diet and exercise, relatively simple practices, but some of them got more advanced and outright
dark, sneaking appetite enhancers and weight gain formulas into food, switching labels on clothing, associating feeding with fucking so the feedee got turned on every time they ate. He needed to know how far her fantasies went to be able
to make them a reality. She was going to have to come clean about everything. Or he'd have to use alternative methods to get the truth out of her.

It was a rainy day, they were both off, she declared it a lazy movie watching type of Sunday, he saw her trying to shimmy into her jeans and turn away quickly, his eyes darted to the mirror where he could still see unbeknownst to her,
the struggle taking place. There was a handful of pudge jutting out of her jeans, preventing her from buttoning them, he smiled fiendishly as she swore under her breath. "Ready?" he said racing behind her and hugging, finding that she did indeed gain probably 10ish pounds, he didn't expect to be turned on himself, but she squirmed around his embrace and he felt her suck in once his hands made their way to her stomach, "Stop don't touch me there, I'm having a fat day," he bit her ear, "Fat day? You?" She pushed him off and kicked off the jeans opting for sweatpants instead, he still had a hard-on as he watch the way her stomach split into two when she bent over, it had never done that before.

"What's so bad about this?" He grabbed a roll, god she had a roll now, and she shuddered. He made love to her then, paying special attention to her tummy that stuck out just a little too much these days, never going down all the
way, and he hadn't ever heard the noises that came out of her these days. Who would've thought a pre grocery store quickie was the best sex of their lives? It was only going to get better, because she was only going to get bigger.

He promised to himself that he would fatten her up like in her wildest dreams, whether she liked it or not.

He was in an extra good mood as he carted around the junk food haul his girlfriend had amassed in the middle of Safeway. He watched the way her ass moved in the sweatpants imagining it bigger, he bit his lip as she tossed more chips
into the cart. 'Good.' He thought to himself, 'get the dingdongs too'. She did. She turned to him and he wiped the devilish grin off his face, opting for a bored smile. "Anything else we need?" He looked down at the cluster of processed food that would send a nutritionist into shock, "How about some candy?" Her eyes lit up, "Yes, that's why I bring you!" Off they went into the next aisle.

While watching movies, he secretly watched her absolutely plow through the snacks they'd bought and said nothing, only waited for the sugar crash where he could inspect her body in more detail. She fell asleep after the second Guardians
of the Galaxy and her t-shirt rode up thank god. Even laying down her stomach stuck out, it was kind of cute, he felt like touching it but didn't want to wake her up, he kneeled closer, he wasn't quite as good at guessing how much she'd put on like the guys in her stories, but the ten pound guess was probably more like fifteen, he lifted her head to the plushy flesh gathering as the start of a double chin, you didn't get one of those from a mere ten pounds. She looked so cute like that, plump and snoring in her sweat pants, stomach out and barely going down when she exhaled, god she'd really eaten everything in sight. He put in a rather expensive order for takeout immediately after inspecting her,
tonight would be a gamble, but with what she'd shown him this afternoon, he knew she could handle it.